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Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair? |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. |
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Remember me to one who lives there, |
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For she once was a true love of mine. |
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Tell her to make me a cambric shirt. |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. |
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Without no seams nor needlework. |
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Then she'll be a true love of mine. |
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Tell her to find me an acre of land. |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. |
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Between salt water and the sea strands. |
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Then she'll be a true love of mine. |
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Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather. |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. |
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And gather it all in a bunch of heather. |
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Then she'll be a true love of mine. |
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Are you going to Scarborough Fair? |
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Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. |
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Remember me to one who lives there, |
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For she once was a true love of mine |
